作曲 : Malkmus
At the centre
Where they go on weekdays
It takes hours
Just to slake that thirst
Heavy heels
And a daunting post rate
Bad idea for your
Blistered toes
To my wheel well you’re getting close
So say adios
The conjecturers reject the rose
Don’t stay high
HighHighOn abuse
Sometimes it feels
Like the world’s stuffed with feathers
Table-bottom gum
Just holding it together
A cold son
I amCold son
I amYou can chase it
But it won’t come easy
It’s a reverie
So silver-quick
It gets solid
When you’re old
And hazyTakes no leverage to make me click
To my wheel well you’re getting close
The tension grows
Defy conjecture and accept the rose
Don’t stay high
HighHighOn abuse
Who was it that said‘
The world is my oyster’?
I feel like a nympho
Stuck in a cloister
Cold sonI am
Cold sonI am
Face plant
You stumble ahead
Victim of your rival pretensions
Know meFace plant
You stumble ahead
Rival to the bitter pretensions
Know meCold son
I amCold son
I am